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Reagan's POV

I still couldn't find my homeroom. Why did people have to be so difficult? Why couldn't one of them help me?

I testing my luck once more, and tapped another girl on the shoulder. She turned around with a bright smile on her face.

"Hi. I'm new here... do you think you can help me find my homeroom, room 261?" She nodded and returned with another smile.

"Sure thing! I was just heading there anyways, it's my homeroom too!"

"Thanks! What's your name?" I asked.

"Paige. What's yours?" She asked, nicely.

"Reagan. And I really like your name!"

"Thank you. I really like yours too." She said. And we started to walk down the hall, to our homeroom.

"What's your schedule like?" She asked. I handed her my schedule. She scanned through it and finally spoke up.

"We have 3,5,6 periods together." Yes!!

We walked into our homeroom, and Paige and I sat next to each other, of course. As of right now, she's the only person that was nice to me.

Three other girls walked into the room. Paige waved at them and they came walking towards us.

"Hey guys!" Paige excitedly said. "Meet Reagan." They waved at me and I waved back. "Reagan, this is Margo, Chloe, and Jessie." She said pointing to each of the girls.

"Hey nice to meet you!" I say.

"Nice to meet you too!" They say in unison.

They sat down next to us, and we had our little conversations, until the bell rang, signaling that we have ten minutes to get to our first class.

Another person walked in, and sure enough it was 'Cammy.'

"Late again, Mr. Dallas. It's the first day of school, can't you at least try to be on time for once?" The teacher said. I chuckled silently to myself.

"Class, this is your homeroom for the whole year. Pick seats wisely because you will not change them. Also, we have a new student with us today. Ms. Tyler, will you stand up and introduce yourself. Also, tell us a couple things about yourself."

"Uh ok." I said, nervously. "My name is Reagan Tyler. I like to read, and write, I play basketball, and I'm yeah." I say while taking a seat.

"LOSER!" Someone said, wow nice.

"Mr. Dallas!" The teacher yelled. "That is no way to welcome a new student. I will see you after school tomorrow. I smirked.

The bell rang. Everybody was pushing and running, bumping into people. I tried my best to stay standing...

I walked into my Ceramics class, and Jessie followed.

"Cool! You have Ceramic too, first period."

"Yep! Cmon lets get seats before it gets too crowded." Jessie said. We took our seats

'Cammy' walked in. He sat right behind me. Great!

Jessie turned to me, and noticed that I was a little uncomfortable.
She leaned in closer to whisper something in my ear.

"Don't get to close to Cameron Dallas. He's the schools player."

"Don't worry, I won't. Just one thing, he's my neighbor..."

"Oh my Gosh, Reagan, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine!" Note my sarcasm.

Class started, and I felt something kind of sharp and wet hit the back of my neck. I turned around, and another one of those things hit me in the face. It was a spitball!!!!

"Will you stop it?!" I whisper-yelled.

"Nope!"

I mentally face palmed myself.

I didn't know how the rest of the day was going to turn out. But if the happens the whole year, I will simultaneously crap my pants.

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